Poetry

Those eyes, exotic and earthy richly dancing with beauties of the world once more have been shadowed and lined, but the light reflecting through defines prayer, caring and faith's will - an arc of sunrays reaching true - touching deep and able to heal the treasure of thee Stay them open and smiling... Sign in to see full entry.

He's not coming back, things will never be what they once were - clocks and sea die as their echoes keep listening to our step, moon tides and a christening unsealed with sweat suffering of my brow and the wind's pouring howl.. these deaths I giveth thee for salvation, freedom from (or was it... Sign in to see full entry.

There is a corner of crossroads I return to endlessly true through directions east and west, a divining shape formed of hearts worn anew and reaching deeply our secrets - their memory pulsating hotly yon bleu... 'tis a shelter un-built, from rooms never finished, a womb alive with conception which... Sign in to see full entry.

Raindrops saved-few tho' mighty- now steadily fall from the oak standing alone and are landing on a tarp nearby, creating a bop-bop-bop rhyme as I find myself tapping a foot in time whilst sitting here arching to burrow the meaning of our existence and sorrows of demise hasn't rained since dawn,... Sign in to see full entry.

Mine Hope had stirred, begun walking toward the bend strength of passions born again 'til the road murmured an end I almost stopped, surrendered every soul of word to nether winds haunting and whirled around me - wilderness deep and confusing Sign in to see full entry.

reading a book on clouds how they drift hot and cold yet of the muddling, adoring crowds indifferent whilst outside my pane I glean visions, survival, humanity's scent risen moisture, dew point, sea posture and rebirth seeded upon fire -transformations all pass oe'r our yesterdays re-told later,... Sign in to see full entry.

Soft sweat tag (shirt) size small becomes a headband (partial..:) and he is an Indian child voicing a chant: Ah yay, Ah yo, go.. next, we see symmetry for a beard mostly white and long endeared - an old man perhaps? - thoughtful and wise pondering why he never could fly as a bird, free winged and... Sign in to see full entry.

She wonders if he knows poems of olde (the awakening, passion and glow) are saved in her heart and mind which limns a chamber majestic unto violet, gold and azure height the shades of hope, renewal and infinity when holding tears and fears for him and loneliness against distance, silence and angst... Sign in to see full entry.

Essence of Strawberry and cream hath cleansed my tresses and I wonder if thou were here, would the scent cascade through fingers, brush upon lips, fan against brawn and linger 'til dawn.. A favorite oldie...:) Feeling light-hearted today.. Sign in to see full entry.

the shock made it easy at first to go on, tread numbly through the pain murmur or talk, pretend the answer isn't upon mine destiny lain... heavy and hard deep inside fare-thee-well buried so true, well of tears runs dry now comes a question burning for reason: Why, why, without you go on... reworked... Sign in to see full entry.